Today was one of those days, when I just felt old. My body was winded a little too quickly at the gym – old. Everyone appeared younger than me (they actually were) – old.

Then came dinner, as my 11-year-old son Sam began to tell a story, “Today, I Goggled myself.” I interrupted with “Did it hurt?” Old joke. No one laughed. Somehow I was still proud. Very proud of my joke. Sometimes being old is okay.